Heh all! I'm back after 2 days or so with no update...sorry...you can all kick my as later :) I've finally figured out where I want this story to go...so I'm taking it there full throttle! LOL OK so some notes...
Seeker - WHERE R U GIRL? LOL Are you alive and well? I hope so! If you are reading this..I hope it finds you well...
Magician of Black Chaos - I don't think that you are a rabid fan girl...ROFL and don't worry..you keep readin, and I'll keep updating :)
Santuary of Darkness - Your review made me laugh...Did Vergil get it on while he was Nelo Angelo...hehe Read and find out for yourself! HAHA
Lee - Vergil's landing is bumpy...LOL Read on...
SaiyAsianMaki - Good to see you back! Sorry about your computer...they are such a pain in the ass sometime aren't they...and Dante would never leave good ol' Vergie behind :)
Wyatt (aka my Dante) - God...you must of copied and pasted all of those words, cause I know you can't spell half of em'. ROFL JK You are too funny!
Ok people...on with the tale I am weaving...
Vergil's next recollection was of waking up on a small ledge, approximately 50 feet from where he had last seen his brother. He didn't know if Dante had fallen as well, but his inner feelings told him otherwise.
A wave of pain shot through his entire broken body, as he rolled over onto his back, looking into the thick fog above. He smiled to himself as a small trickle of blood ran from his mouth, and down the side of his face. "I guess he won't be telling me how smart this was afterall..."
Dante, meanwhile, was still hanging from his sword. He wanted to scream down to his brother, hoping to god that he was alive, but he knew that he couldn't. He was hanging on a cliff, right below enough hell prides to rip him to shreds. A feeling deep within him, told him that his other half was ok, making him feel slighlty better.
Seeing no other way out of his current situation, and feeling cocky as always, Dante used the sword to flip himself upwards, coming to rest in front of the troops, who all stopped what they were doing to look at him.
He brushed his coat off, looking around him. "Heh fellas...nothing to see here..." Dante put his hands up in surrender. "I'm just with the entertainment ok?" I'll just be going..." He started to move his feet in a sideways motion, shuffling away.
The major general that was in charge smiled at Dante, making Dante smile back, when all of a sudden the man was yelling. "KILL HIM!"
All of the demons began to rush Dante at once, sickles held high in the air. "Fine..." Dante drew his guns. "We'll play it your way..." He began shooting blindly into the mass of demons coming at him
From down below, Vergil could hear the gunfire, and demon's screams, knowing full well what was happening. "Dante..."
Dante jumped from the edge of the cliff, high into the air, landing on a large crate behind the hell prides. "Come on boys! Mundus would be pretty upset if he knew what wimps you guys were!"
He continued to shoot into the bunch, spraying demon blood everywhere, when all of sudden he felt two hands grab his ankles.
Two large demons had managed to sneak up behind him, and grab him, pulling Dante down off of the crate, and making him drop his guns.
The two demons drug Dante into the middle of the pack, all of them kicking and hitting him. He felt like he had no other choice, but to do exactly what his brother had told him not to.
From the ledge below, Vergil saw a bright red light burst owtward from the cliff above him. "Dante...what have you done?"
Demons flew out from all around Dante into the air, like a living sprinkler. Now in his devil form, he was stonger and faster, ripping the hell prides to shreds with ease.
All seemed to be going well, as he moved his way around the camp, killing demon, after demon, when all of a sudden he heard a familiar voice.
"I want him alive!" Just as he turned to see the boy in black standing near the cliff's egde, several prides armed with tasers snuck up behind him, shoving them into his back, sending him to the ground.
Dante roared so loud, that on the ledge below Vergil could hear it. Vergil closed his eyes tightly, almost as if he could feel his brother's pain.
Now back in his human form, and his back smoking painfully, he watched as a pair of black boots appeared in his face.
One of them kicked dirt into it, making him cough. As he looked up, he could of sworn that he was looking into the eyes of a young Vergil.
"Well...what do we have here?" The boy knelt next to him, picking up the side of Dante's head, only to have blood spit back into his face.
The boy kicked Dante in the side of the head hard, causing him to roll over several times, before coming to rest on his side.
"Are you one of the oompa loompa rejects from Willy Wonka or what?" Dante smirked at the boy, laughing, blood and dust covering his face.
"You are really in no position to be making comments like that now are you...Sparda...?" The boy drew his sword holding it high in the air, and addressing the troops behind him.
"Take a good look soldiers, for laying in front of you, bleeding all over my beautiful caven, is the infamous demon slayer...Dante Sparda!" The demons began to hiss and grunt in excitement.
Dante looked up at him. "How do you know me shorty?"
"Ah yes...I figured you might ask that..." The boy positioned the sword at his side. "My demon servant Akuma has been following you for several day now. He alerted me the second he knew you and your brother were here. Mundus warned me about the two of you..." The boy looked around. "So where is that wretched excuse for a big brother of yours anyways Dante?"
Dante pulled himself up to his knees. "You have no excuse to be calling anyone a wretched excuse for anything jerk off..."
The boy signaled to the guards, who thrust their tasers into him once more, causing him to fall over, moaning loudly. Blood dripped from Dante' mouth onto the ground below, as he could feel himself loosing conciousness.
"Who...are...you?" Dante spoke so weakly, that the boy had barely heard him.
He knelt down once more, so that his face was looking directly in to Dante's. "Oh I'm sorry, how rude of me...where are my manners..." The boy smiled an evil, loveless grin to his fallen prey. "I ...am Rune..."
Dante saw a large demon walking towards him, as all went black.
Vergil laid on the cliff below in a state of healing rest. He had forced himself to sleep, feeling that his body needed time to recover. As he slept, his body twiched violently, and he began to mumble, his lips turned down in disgust. "Isis..."
--Flashback--
The underworld was alive with celebration of the ressurection of thier demon god Mundus, and the rebirth of thier dark knight, Nelo Angelo.
Vergil's black palace was teeming with demons from all over the world, liquour and wine flowing freely, as he walked through the crowd, and over to where Mundus was seated.
"This is quite the celebration Mundus...you have really out done yourself this time..." Nelo Angelo spoke, downing his tenth glass of wine in one hour.
"Ah yes, my dark apprentice...but this will only be temporary until we can truely defeat the cause of all of our troubles..."
"Yes...I agree." Nelo set his empty glass down on a nearby table. "Dante will be dealt with...you have my word..."
"I have no doubt in your word, or your skills, for I look forward to you one day succeeding me..."
Nelo Angelo bowed before his god. "Thank you Mundus...you are very generous..."
"Have you by any chance noticed that someone has been following you all night?..." Mundus signaled for Nelo to look behind him.
As he looked, he saw a beautiful woman with black flowing hair, undressing him with her eyes. A waiter walked by him, and he grabbed another glass of wine off of his tray.
He turned around to face Mundus. "I am really not interested, but for the sake of arguement, who is she?"
"She is the high priestess of purgatory,... Isis. She seems to of taken quite a fancy to you..."
"I'm sorry for her then...Nelo Angelo turned to leave. "Thankyou for what you did for me...I owe you my life..." he walked off into the crowd.
Mundus began to laugh to himself. "Oh my young puppet...you may not realize it, but I own your life..."
Nelo Angelo, feeling uncomfortable in his suit of black armour, retired to his bedroom, and stripped himself of it, leaving nothing but his black leather pants on. Looking at his true form in the mirror, he gripped the sides of his head, letting his elbows fall onto his dresser. "Who am I?" He touched his reflection in the mirror. "Why do I look so much like the man I am to assinate?"
He slowly opened his top dresser drawer, taking out a red medallion in his hand. "Why do I keep this thing? I feel as though I can't get rid of it for some reason..."
Just then, he heard his bedroom door open, and close.
Turning to face his visitor, his face soured. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking infernal woman?" He quickly put the necklace back in hs drawer, slamming it shut.
The beauty stood there, long black evening gown glistening, blocking the door with her body. "I have a name you know..."
Vergil, now in his human form, continued to scowl. "I'm sure you do..." He went over to his large bed, adorned with royal blue silk pillows, pulling back the top layer, and getting in. "Please turn off the light on your way out..." Vergil was very drunk at this point, and was in no mood for company.
The lights went out, and he heard the door close. Glad to be alone once again, he got out of bed, and went to a small cart in his room that held several glass decanters of various liquours. He opened the one that held scotch, pouring it into a short glass, before twirling the brown liquid around, and sniffing it.
"Nice choice..." He turned to see the woman sitting at his large desk, her long, naked legs gracing the top. "Scotch is after all, a gentleman's drink..."
"Are you still here?" Vergil was very annoyed, but decided to humor her.
"Well, thats an interesting comment, considering I never left in the first place." She flipped her legs off of the top of the desk and began to walk towards him, slowly, and methodically, until she reached the cart he was standing next to. "Aren't you even going to offer a lady a drink?"
Vergil grunted. "If you see one, let me know, and I will surely get her one right away."
The woman helped herself to a drink, instead picking vodka over scotch.
"So that's your poison huh?" Vergil took a sip of his scotch.
"I have many other poisons you know...would you like to find out?" She brought her crimson lips to the glass, sipping it slowly, her lipstick leaving a perfect impression on the rim.
Vergil remained quiet, and slowly walked over to one of his bedroom windows, looking out into the darkness of the underworld.
"You know..." The woman walked to him, standing at his side. "I had heard rumors of just how handsome you were under all of that armour, but they did not do you justice..."
"Flattery will get you introduced to the tip of my sword woman...so back off..."
The woman looked intruiged. "My NAME is Isis..."
Vergil left the window, heading back to the cart to fill his now empty glass. "Wonderful...now I can sleep tonight..." He was about to pour his drink, when the glass was snatched out of his hand.
"Let me serve you, my handsome dark knight..." Vergil looked into her large eyes, noticing that they held no color, only darkness. "Do as you wish..." He walked over to a large black throne-like chair, seating himself in it.
Isis turned her back to him, and removed a small vile from between her breasts, and poured its contents into his glass. She then added the scotch, and brought it to the relaxed Vergil. "Here you are my handsome prince..."
Vergil took a sip, and stared coldy at the woman. "Please stop calling me that. I belong to no one but my master, and that is how it shall stay." He gulped down the rest of the beverage, before setting the empty glass on a table next to him. "Now...its getting late and I have much to do in the morning,... please show yourself out."
The woman said nothing, continuing to sip her drink. "I said please show your...self..." Vergil suddenly forgot what he going to say, a new unfamiliar emotion clouding his mind.
"What were you saying Nelo?" The woman put her drink down, and slowly positioned herself between Vergil's legs.
"I...I...I don't seem to remember..." Vergil felt his body getting hot, a deep desire in him growing with each passing moment.
"You look hot...let me take off your pants for you..." Isis began to run her fingers down Vergil's warm chest, until she reached his belt buckle, undoing it with ease.
Vergil didn't know what was happening to him. He wasn't supposed to feel human emotion. He wasn't suppose to want to touch another person in the way he was thinking about touching her...But he was not in control of his mind anymore, and let her do as she pleased with him.
Before he knew it, his pants were off, and he was sitting, naked in front of a woman he had just met, her mouth moving in unnatural ways up and down on him.
"Why are you doing this?" Vergil's breath was heated, and raspy.
She stopped what she was doing to him, looking him in the eyes. "Don't speak dark one...let me pleasure you in ways you could only of drempt." She moved her head back between his legs, her soft hair blanketing his thighs, as she set in again on him.
Everything Vergil could see before him had a hazy white light surrounding it, her voice sounding sexual, and pleasing to his senses.
She stopped, looking up at Vergil who had his eyes closed in ecstasy. She stood up, taking him by the hand, and leading him to his bed. Vergil fell back onto it, not sure of what was happening to him. He felt like he was paralyzed, and could fall asleep at any moment.
She pulled off her dress, letting it hit the floor, and positioned herself on top of him, a black necklace sparkling around her neck. "Now you shall give me what I have always wanted... Nelo Angelo."
Vergil woke up the next morning, naked and on top of his covers. He had a splitting headache, that he attributed to his wine consumption the night before.
He sat himself up in bed, not knowing what the hell had taken place the night before, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary in the room. He scratched the back of his head. "I'm never drinking that much again...the dreams I had were not pleasurable in the least..."
He showered, and adorned himself with his black suit of armour, before leaving the room, and heading for his master's chambers.
He didn't notice the lipstick rimmed glass on his end table, or the tassles missing from his precious sword.
--End Flashback--
Vergil awoke to find himself dangling over the egde of a small cliff, and quickly rolled himself back to safety.
He laid there, breathing deeply, and sweating profusley, his eyes huge and pained. "It's not possible...He can't be..."
Damn, I bet Vergil was just as hot as Nelo Angelo... drools> Ok, so anyways...I may post the next chapter 2nite if I can stay up long enough..it's like 3:30am here...UGH...Please as usual R&R for me and I will post faster! See ya next chapter!